I cursed my choice of shoes all the way to the car. Instead of my warm winter boots I had slipped on my Merril clogs and was now navigating through a fresh three inch snow cover. This was not the first time I had tempted Winter. The day before I wore an unseasonably light shirt beneath my winter coat. The day before that I went out without a hat or gloves. As if my not wearing these items would somehow tell winter it was time to go. Depart. Leave. Shove of. Go away. Scram. Skeddadle. Enough already!
I finally reached my car and flopped into my seat kicking the snow from my shoes and pants. The roared to a start and cold air blasted from the vent. I rolled down the windows instead of getting out to brush this newest dusting of snow from the windows. The novelty having worn off at least five snowstorms ago. As I waited for the car to heat I thought of the lies we told ourselves.
“The snow is so pretty when it’s all fresh.”
“At least it’s cold enough to snow.”
“I can stand the cold, it’s just the wind.”